Fibro-Fog Much?

What you are about to read are real-life accounts of Fibro-Fog in action (minus the F-Bombs to protect the innocent).

Conversation with the hubby:

Me: Oh man! After I got done mixing the meatloaf I was so mad!

Hubby: (Looking confused) Mad?

Me: Uh. I meant to say I was in a lot of pain. My arm is still spasming. I’m going to stop talking now.

Side note: “I’m going to stop talking now” is my new catch phrase.

How I know there will be no multi-tasking for me today:

I picked up an empty soap box that the hubby left on the floor to throw away. I only remember picking it up, but not what I did with it. I went to brush my teeth but put soft-soap on my toothbrush instead. Rolling my eyes at the full squirt of soft-soap that I got on there before I realized what I was doing, I start rinsing off my toothbrush. While rinsing my toothbrush, I realized the washcloth I thought I rinsed out and threw in the hamper was still in the sink. I went to throw the washcloth in the hamper and saw the empty soap box in the hamper instead of the trashcan. So that’s where I put it. Sigh.

There have been many more the last couple days months, but I forget what they are.

Wait!!! I know I posted this yesterday, but I just remembered one and had to post it.

I can’t remember exactly what the hubby and I were talking about but I told him that someone’s middle name was May just like me. He looked at me like I was crazy and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. Until I remembered that my middle name is Marie. I was born in May. Then I’m pretty sure I said my new catch phrase and left it at that.

Yeah, sometimes I have to turn the radio off. It scares me when I blank like that when driving. It’s been better now that I’m going off the Lyrica, which is good. I let my husband drive whenever possible and don’t drive after dark unless unavoidable now.